Angor felt all the hair on his neck stood up and slowly turned around.
There she was, Eureka, looking at him with an intrigued smile.
Angor silently moaned in his mind. Last time he took out the whelk, it was "Sorcerer of Big Fish" Sliv who came and almost attacked him.
And now Eureka.
He wondered if this item was cursed in his hand or something.
Of course, he was fully aware that the root of the problem was his lack of strength. If he were to become a wizard, using Mystery items in the open would no longer attract curious wizards. At least not so easily.
"Is there something you need at such an hour, Miss Eureka?" Angor tried to sound both respectful and antagonistic.
Eureka didn't mind his attitude and directly looked at the black whelk on Angor's desk. "Wait a minute. I think I saw that from somewhere before?"
